Lesbian Reconditioning Camp

Alexis Fawx and Brandi Love sat quietly in the kitchen, both married women with worry creasing their faces. Alexis leaned in, voice tight. "She's just going to get herself hurt dating all these skeezy boys with only one thing on their mind. We have to do something." Brandi squeezed her shoulder. "I know, honey. But we can't make our step-daughter do anything. She’s past eighteen and does what she wants. You remember what you were like at her age." Athena stepped in. Conversation froze. They’d been over this. Alexis and Brandi laid out their fear. Both had met and fallen in love at a reconditioning camp that turned girls lesbian. The two of them still believed the place had saved them. Athena snapped back, eyes flashing, when they floated sending her there. Brandi paused, then slid an offer across the table: finish the program and a new car is hers. Athena snorted, thought she could fake her way through it. Two months dragged. The women waited, restless, by the door. Keys exchanged the second Athena claimed they failed. Later, Brandi heard the bathroom door catch. She found her step-daughter clutching a pair of worn panties, legs open, masturbating against their scent. Caught red-handed. Athena confessed, cheeks flushed. Girls filled her head now. Color lit Brandi’s eyes. Alexis leaned into the doorway smiling. They wanted every filthy detail learned at camp. She hesitated, just once. Then hunger won.